For Light..

 "Among the garbage... and the flowers..." ~L. Cohen

Moments in between
Life as it unfolds
Broken time
Where the heart sees through
    the eyes
So hard to catch
And even harder to embrace
Time lost to absorption
Humanity at waste

And I love all I see in her
Though its so much harder these days to obtain
The moments that fall between
Once lingered and remained
How distracted
So completely
Beauty hidden in plain sight
The soul slips away unnoticingly
Fire, for light

And the heart weeps
Knowing what little's left
And what's lost
All previously held so dear
Burdened
 Encumbered
  Dissolved

But this is our lot
Is it not?

And our duty to rebel
To swallow
Chokingly
This hell?

And I will not
My will
Enough to riot against
This rot
This little I have left
Is enough to recognize
The bereft
Spirit

But if any
Breath
Remains
My soul
Its fire
To pray for disdain
To awaken

What is quietly
daily
unknowingly
stealthily
stripped away
To disturb the sleeping giant
to abandon servitude
for faith in
a better day

ⓒ 2024 Shawn Michael Quinn

Bad Ideas

2023 Soundtrack

Seeing through the code...

Austria Retreat

Motivation

Folk Magic (the real deal)

Arcana

Soon Enough

The language of objects

"There is no tomorrow. All my tomorrows are yesterday."

"If you come back, just come back for the moment. It's all there is."

"They speak to me, the objects. They whisper, in a strange language, the language of objects. They give me a hope by whispering rumours of my redemption.  I only wish I could have collected them more slowly, individually, but I don't have time."

Call upon my soul

Within my house

I cannot live with you

It would be life

And life is over there

behind the door

I could not die with you

For one must wait to shut

The other's gaze down

I cannot live with you

It would be life

And life is over there

Behind the door

    ~Emily Dickenson

And so is offered in these optimistic, though viral times

a souvenir of another time, with this added prayer: 

In art and dream, may you proceed with abandon

in life, may you proceed with balance and stealth

~Patti Smith

One more thin gypsy thief

They tried to bury me...

But they didn't know

I was a seed.

2022 Soundtrack

spontaneous light manipulation

Warpaint Magick

Roadtrip 2022, The Playlist

The Playlist 

Roadtrip 2022

Mono Lake, CA (sunrise)

Lake Tahoe

 

Badlands

Maquoketa Caves, IA

Lost Springs, WY, a 14yr span

April, 2008

May, 2022

Cold Spring & Dia Beacon

Message Received

Something Trivial

"We had grace, style, conversation, not text messages… Art, films, books were all better, originality mattered! You gave us Face-Zucker-suck and Cock-me-climatey Wiki piss & shit!

"Humans don't care about facts, it's all about fiction, the only world that matters is the one in your head, and people believe the craziest shit. Why? What validates and makes our fictions real? Feelings!"

"Ever wonder why you have nightmares, why your own brain tortures you? It's actually us, maximizing your output. Feelings are so much easier to control than facts. The worse we treat you, the more we manipulate you, the more energy you produce."

"The best part, [there's] no resistance, people stay in their pods, happier than pigs in shit. The key to it all, quietly yearning for what you don't have, while simultaneously dreading losing what you do. This is the definition of Reality for 99.9% of them, desire and fear.."

"The sheeple aren't going anywhere, they like this world. They don't want this sentimentality, they don't want freedom or empowerment. They want to be controlled. They crave the comfort of certainty. And that means they need everyone, back in their pods, unconscious and alone, just like them."

"It weaponizes every idea, every dream, and everything that is something important to us, and turns it into something trivial."

2021 Soundtrack

everything

No, Thank you.

The best of times, the worst of times

The times you can't ignore

Sometimes you bite the bullet

And flip flop on the floor

They tell you where to go

And they tell you what to do

They set your face on fire

Then stomp it out with their shoes

I ain't no fool

Mama didn't raise no fool

The times I can't complain

Are the times I do the most

On a diet of black coffee

And prozac buttered toast

These eunuchs in their Prada

And Gucci flavored clothes

Wouldn't know a fresh perspective

If it bit 'em up on the nose

I ain't no fool

Mama didn't raise no fool

Don't do as they say

Just say as they do

No flavor's quite so bitter

As the taste of one's own shoe

I ain't no fool

Mama didn't raise no fool